Princess Donna II rates a triple 13wow on the Insex barometer, delivering exotic 731 and lovely 120 into the Princess's devilish hands. Princess Donna torturing young innocents while wearing her naughty skirts, her latex, and her spike-heeled lace-up boots is enough to make the strong collapse. Add 731's face buried in the Princess's royal pussy, and HRH Princess Donna's fist buried in 120's cunt. Go ahead. Slobber.

731, the epitome of a pain slut, is brought out in satin underwear, extreme heels, and rope. The Princess soon has 731 on the floor in a hogtie, * 731's face into her crotch. After enjoying 731's mouth and tongue, she ties 731's hair to her toes and administers foot torture. This seems to please Princess Donna quite a lot. Afterward, 731's forearms are bound to her calves and she's rolled onto her knees, her face mashed to the floor and ass thrust up in the air. She is spanked, penetrated, and caned. Her labia rings are tied to her thighs, and Mr. Pogo (refreshed from a recent vacation) shows up for a long exhilarating fuck. Princess Donna's talented thumb goes right to the clit, eliciting lots of moaning from 731, helpless on the floor.

Dressed in red and black latex, Princess Donna waits, agitated. 120 arrives late and must take her punishment, face-slapping, penetration, and a spanking. Then 120 is tied to a chair, her clit hood ring tied also, stretching her clit outward. She must suck Her Royal Highness' nipple as she is pussy-whipped. But the Princess, out of her immense compassion, relents. She places the clit rope in 120's mouth, thus holding the clit upward and available. The Princess kneels and uses the royal tongue on 120's pussy. How kind. 120's clit becomes excited, tender, sensitive. So Her Royal Highness whips it again. Ouch. 120 is taken back and forth from pleasure to pain in this evil manner. But the worst is yet to come.

Bound upon her back with her legs tied upward and outward, the Princess first finger-fucks, then fist-fucks 120, exhausting the poor girl. In a grand finale, 120 is tied into severe predicament bondage involving heels, strappado, hair tie, strangulation, and a crotch rope from hell. It brings sweet, beautiful 120 to tears as the Princess looks on, pleased with her work.

In the depths of a mysterious ancient dungeon, a sadistic master of pain has caught his ultimate victim. Though she does not attempt to free his clutches, he binds and gags her in a variety of ingenious and evil ways. She whimpers, struggles and drools, but she is helpless before his merciless assaults. Tit tease, pussy tease, whipping, stretching and so much more than you can possibly contemplate, this master of pain does all he can to break her. But can he? Will he? Has he met his match

Jenny, young, pretty, and bored with life out in the sticks, hitchhikes her way into trouble. She gets a ride from Joe, who persuades her to stop by his place. Maybe, he says, she'd be interested in his 1Chobby. 1D Jenny admits to being a curious girl. Before the day is out, Jenny learns more than she ever wanted to know about Joe's hobby, a preoccupation with girls, pain, rope, and strangulation.

She stands naked on a stool in the barn, bound, gagged, her eyes taped. A heavy rope noose pulls at her throat. She chokes. Ropes dig into her young, smooth skin, bound at arms, waist, ankles, and toes. A crotch rope buries itself into her cunt. All he wants from her is a kiss. That's what he says. She refuses. He kicks the stool out from under her, holding her, but letting the rope tighten on her neck. Jenny's either too tough or not working on all burners. She won't give in.

Night comes. She shivers, exhausted. He returns. He spanks her and leaves, letting her stand and choke and think as the night passes.

The next day, he's bound her in an awkward position between beams... Her hair is tied above, raising her head, arching her back. The caning starts, working over her ass, breasts, and back. Drool pours out her mouth as she bawls. But she's defiant. She won't give him a kiss.

He increases the tension of the ropes, putting her in strappado. Then he ties her seated upon a beam, her ankles bound to thighs, feet flat together. The rope work is beautiful, her breasts bound, her neck wound with rope. She can't move. A noose hangs within her view as a reminder. He single-tails her breasts and nipples. Tears and drool run to her chin. Candle wax, hot, red, drips onto her feet and breasts.

Still no kiss.

Perhaps he's given up on a kiss. Perhaps now he simply thinks of her as his 1Chobby. 1D She is bound spread out on an old metal wagon wheel. Her ankles are roped back to her ass, and her neck tied between two spokes. Her torso is thrust upward, catching the light that filters down from above. She's gorgeous. How can he stop now? He flogs her. Mr. Pogo penetrates first one hole, then another as he spins her back and forth. More wax dripped onto her breasts and pussy. Mr. Pogo in her cunt and a candle in her mouth. He leaves her that way, splayed out, whimpering.

There's this game she played with the neighbor girl. Fumbling with shoelaces and string, the young innocents would tie each other up and imagine all the evil things a kidnapper could do to them. Eighteen years later, to the delight of Insex members around the world, spacegirl finds herself playing a similar game. Of course, the rules have changed since then.

Bound and gagged with hose clamps, she sits on the studio floor, a cable noose pulling at the neck.

After an hour of languishing in the unforgiving metal, PD encourages the members to participate in her humiliation. Flexall burning her freshly shaved cunt, she is bombarded with insults.

Once another hour has passed, the humiliation session ceases. PD beats rhythmically at her tits then allows the brave a brief rest before the real action begins.

At show time PD releases spacegirl from her bondage and strips off her red cocktail dress. He ties her with legs bent and spread. Squatting atop two boxes, she pees into a pail.

On her back, a speculum stretches her tight pussy wide for inspection. Her mouth is filled with a sponge gag; cotton clogs her nostrils. PD controls her air intake, squeezing and releasing a long breathing tube. In spite of her short air supply, spacegirl comes quickly at the touch of the vibrator. Unfortunately, she forgot to ask for permission.

She is punished for her crime: cane strokes to her sensitive ass and thighs. Rolling on the concrete helplessly, she sobs and begs for forgiveness.

The grates of the high metal chair PD shackles her to next dig into her welted flesh. Tits are primed for torture, squeezed between two iron bars. She screams hysterically as he pushes needles slowly through her taut nipples. trickles from the wounds as PD canes her trapped titties.

Restrained in wooden stocks, she is given some training with the cane. PD warms her up with the elephant's trunk. She flinches and wails each time the thick leather contacts her pearly white skin.

PD seats her on the apparatus and orders her to accept his cane strokes. Silently, she absorbs the blows to her exposed, vulnerable backside.

She is rewarded for her discipline, the eroscillator applied to her throbbing clit. Within thirty seconds, she comes. Luckily for her, this time she remembers to ask first.

is being very disobedient today and she keeps giving her Masters reason to punish her. Eris' smooth skin will not be so milky after they have thoroughly reminded Eris that she is not in control. Her Masters are cruel and employ the hardest whips, ropes, and chains to retrain their insubordinate slave.

Gorgeous, graceful, and insect-phobic 120 makes her first trip to the farm, unaware that Mr. Pogo has taken a well-earned vacation. 120 loses her obsession with bugs when Mr. Pogo's replacement gets her attention. Bound in fuckable positions, she is caned. A little softening up, as they say. Then the sound of a zipper, and before you know it, she's fucked in alternating holes. 120 is hanged by the neck, a position that gives a whole new meaning to fucking. And in the end, shackled to the floor, 120 gets a face full of white creamy spunk, foamy in her mouth.

In the beginning, 120 is dragged down the basement stairs and shackled spread eagle on a mattress. The ceiling is with spider webs. She cries and fusses, terrified of spiders. A metal ring makes her mouth into a perfect spider hole.

Later, after a long afternoon bound sitting on the ground, she's tied to a ladder in the barn. The ring in her clit hood is attached to the lowest rung, stretching her clit to the max. She's made to come. And what's good for the goose is good for the gander. She's been prepped. She's wet, open, ripe. So he bangs her from behind, caning her as an incentive to keep up her enthusiasm. Oh, what delicious white thighs and ass you have 120, says the wolf, licking his lips.

She endures another period of stressful bondage, shackled spread eagle near the open door of the barn. It's raining outside, a constant shush. But then she's stood upon a stool with her hands bound back. A noose goes around her neck. He lifts her and the stool is pushed back. 120 swings, her legs kicking. He stands close. She tries to mount him. She'll do anything to breathe. After a period of ?fucking? relief, he steps away, and she's left swinging.

120 ends up back on the mattress in the basement with all those spider webs hanging above. Her legs are folded over her head. Inflatable ass plug and dildo go in, but the third hole is stuffed with the real thing. Before long her face is sprayed with sticky white goo. She's left that way, a foamy cream dripping out of her mouth.

is being very disobedient today and she keeps giving her Masters reason to punish her. Eris' smooth skin will not be so milky after they have thoroughly reminded Eris that she is not in control. Her Masters are cruel and employ the hardest whips, ropes, and chains to retrain their insubordinate slave.

She's sexy, hot. He watches her through her windows. And that night in particular, he waiting for when her lights go out. He sees her leave her apartment and walk down the street, her short, tight skirt showing the lines of her ass, her spike heels giving him a hard-on. The guy's fixated. She's all he thinks about. He's stolen a few things before, nothing important, things like lipstick, a girl's dirty underwear. He gets off on cunt.

He enters her apartment through the window. He makes videos of her cosmetics, her clothes, her bed. He steals a pair of underwear. He hasn't been there long at all, when all of a sudden, she walks in the door. He hides. He watches. And it's all too much for him as she takes off her clothes, as she fondles her own breasts. Maybe to him, it's like a dream. He's living a fantasy. Maybe he thinks he's making it up in his head. But before he knows it, he's standing above her, watching her sleep. He has wire in his hand. And he knows it's gone too far now, that he can't turn back.

For her, the nightmare has just begun.

Breaking and Entering begins the next morning as light streams through the windows. She's naked and tied tight with wire. Her mouth and eyes are taped. He watches her struggle on the bed. She's choking. It's the way he wrapped wire around her throat and tied it to her wrists. Something about her little coughs, the rasp of her breath through her throat. He can't believe how good it makes him feel.

But then the next surprise. A friend of hers walks in the apartment door. She finds her friend tied up on the bed, moaning. The second girl is upset. She's not thinking. She doesn't check the apartment. Because he's waiting for her. He's ready to go up another level. He grabs her from behind. He's on a rollercoaster to Hell.

Breaking and Entering draws a picture of a man obsessed, and of two girls fighting for their lives. But as he becomes preoccupied with this new girl that fell into his hands, things begin to unravel. Before the day is over, all three will be changed. He will get away, free to do it again. And the girls? Will they survive?